Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible-Chapter 379:
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"He left so quickly? The Zheng brothers are really efficient, they even settled the bill before leaving."
Inside the restaurant, Sheriff Qian looked at the embroidered box on the table containing Ling grass, and the half-eaten delicious food and wine.
Sitting across from him was a guest named Zheng, a businessman from out of town who dealt in herbal medicine. It was said that he had some connection to the rebel leader, South King.
Sheriff Qian didn’t pay too much attention to it. In these chaotic times of doing business, most people needed some kind of protection, even if it was just pretending.
After a moment of contemplation, Sheriff Qian took out a food box from his sleeve, scooped up the half-eaten dishes on the table and left.
"Qian Qian seems to be used to poverty, still the same as before." In a corner of the restaurant, Qiao Mu glanced at Sheriff Qian’s back.
He did not come forward to say hello.
Although they had worked together, they weren’t really close.
On the other hand, back in Heyang City, the old man Qian who had been in prison had a better rapport with Qiao Mu.
"Grandpa Qian passed away two years ago," Qiao Mu rubbed the fat cat’s head next to him and squinted.
One thousand two silvers was an extremely large sum for Sheriff Qian, who was not even considered a proper official.
At the same time, it happened to be the "ransom money" left by the former bandit, Grandpa Qian.
Without the pressure of this ransom money, Sheriff Qian still appeared tight on money, even worse than two years ago due to declining health in his middle age.
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Sheriff Qian’s house was just north of the town, next to the street beside the Taoist temple.
As he entered the door, before he could even set down the brocade box and food box he was carrying, a little girl rushed to his leg.
"Sweetie, don’t fuss, this time dad has brought you delicious treats."
At first, the little girl was happy, but when Sheriff Qian opened the food box and laid it out on the table, she wrinkled her nose:
"Leftover food again…"
Sheriff Qian blushed slightly, then put on a stern face and scolded:
"What’s there to dislike? Every grain of food on the plate is hard-earned.."
The little girl had already covered her ears and ran off as soon as he started speaking.
"This child…" Sheriff Qian shook his head slightly.
Children grow up so fast, gaining height every year, and now she already knows what leftover rice and dishes mean.
"Quite clever, indeed, it’s time to start preparing for martial arts training."
Sheriff Qian inherited two sets of martial arts skills. One is the agile skill "Shadow Step", and the other is the tough skill "Golden Bell Shield".
Over the years working as a sheriff, he had saved his life several times with the latter martial art.
"To Sheriff Qian, the ‘Golden Bell Shield’ is actually more important than the family’s inherited martial arts skill ‘Shadow Step’.
Just practicing martial arts, one must endure being hit during training and the accumulated hidden injuries are hard to heal. In one’s prime years, it can be endured, but at Sheriff Qian’s age, hidden illnesses are already present, and the decline in energy and blood circulation is quite severe.
Having gone through the hardships, he naturally does not want his daughter to go through the same path again. Even though this martial arts skill is strong, it is not suitable to pass down to his own daughter.
Considering this, he must find another martial arts master to train…
"Alright then." Sheriff Qian casually packed away the food box and opened the silk box containing the spirit grass, examining it carefully.
This is worth a thousand taels… He couldn’t help but admire it.
In the two years since Sheriff Qian’s father died in prison, he did not become much richer. After accumulating for two years, he only saved less than a hundred taels of silver.
In the silk box were seven leaves of Nine Earth Grass, each worth a thousand taels, indeed quite valuable.
"Brother Zheng is right, this is truly a chance to change fate.." Sheriff Qian murmured to himself.
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Master Hua, a skilled martial artist from another place, recently arrived in Heyang City.
Despite being new in town, his reputation was so great that his residence became a temporary martial arts school where many people from the Qiao family came to learn from him.
Today, Sheriff Qian was also one of those who came to visit.
"I am Qian Qian, a constable from the Six Gates district in the city…" Qian Qian paused for a moment, then smiled and said,
"I am here today because I am an old friend and colleague of Qiao Pifu…"
A strong and skilled martial artist in the yard led Qian Qian in, glanced at Sheriff Qian’s young daughter beside him, and calmly said,
"Here at Master Qiao’s place, we teach martial arts based on sincerity, not on other things. Your friendship with Qiao Pifu doesn’t matter here, you don’t need to impress me with that."
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Sincerity…Sheriff Qian slightly stiffened.
He originally prepared a lot of words, wanting to make friends with Qiao Jinyin, but the other party didn’t take it seriously. After some thinking, he handed out the money pouch.
"One hundred taels of silver?" The strong boxer shook his head.
"Although your sincerity is there, it’s not quite enough."
Sheriff Qian was taken aback.
"I heard that’s the price?"
One hundred taels of silver was actually a large sum, enough for an average family to live on for a few years…Sheriff Qian used to be an 8th rank martial artist, and if he were to teach martial arts publicly, he would probably charge no more than ten taels of silver.
"In this world, martial arts vary in skill. You get what you pay for," the strong boxer said.
"Three days ago, that was the price, but not anymore. Haven’t you heard?" the strong boxer said.
"Master Qiao has joined the South King’s army to support Jiu Province. Supporting the grand cause of Jiu Province isn’t just about slogans…"
"I understand." Sheriff Qian quickly handed over the brocade box in his hand:
"Master Qiao, you have great righteousness! I, Qian, admire you. This is a small token of appreciation for your efforts to help Jiu Province…"
The strong boxer was also a discerning person, and after taking a careful look, he showed a surprised expression, leading Sheriff Qian inside.
Arriving at the hall, they saw a crowd surrounding an old man with gray hair.
The old man looked spirited, with gray hair, appearing to be in his seventies or eighties. He had a balanced figure, a solemn expression, and was teaching martial arts to many disciples.
"In our Qiao family’s martial arts, we emphasize the strength of flowering."
"What is ‘flowering strength’? To achieve ‘flowering strength’, you must first understand energy."
"Come, let’s join hands." He nodded, gesturing to a burly boxer standing nearby to come forward.
They reached out their hands, their arms linked together, touching each other.
"Listening to strength doesn’t mean using your ears, but using your own body to feel the force exerted by your opponent."
The elderly man and the powerful martial artist locked hands in the hall, their arms swaying up and down with unpredictable movements.
"And what is known as ‘Hua strength’ is to understand the opponent’s strength and then neutralize it."
As the elderly man explained, the strong boxer let out a low roar, then suddenly lunged forward.
However, when he encountered the seemingly frail arms of the elderly man, the burly boxer’s sturdy body immediately staggered to the side, stumbling back seven or eight steps.
